If he was having trouble coping with the bolt action, he knew Brenna would be terrified. That was why he avoided touching her hand. If he had reached out to shake her hand, she’d have felt it. There was a tribal characteristic given by the spirits that helped each person determine who their soul mate was. Any physical touch would ignite an electrical shock and a flash of shared images of their future together.
Slaton had heard of this gift and knew others that had experienced it, but he had never felt it. It only happened once in a lifetime unless someone was widowed. Here he was twenty-eight years old and being zapped for the first time. He had to admit that he was scared when he felt it. It came out of the blue. Just the look of her was enough for the massive shockwave he felt. He could not even imagine how it would feel to actually touch her.
He heard his mother probing at his mind.
“Son, is everything okay? We are sitting down.”
“I’m fine.”
“Really? You weren’t yourself.”